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love-toxin · 1 year

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I'm so in love with the way you write!! Especially bully!Eddie, he makes me feel all gooey inside<3 can't wait to see what you write next, pretty 🥰✨

hehehe!!! take this!!! (yes i am using this as an opportunity to be self-indulgent AND festive even tho i finished this a little late LOL <3)

(cws: bully!dad!eddie, f!mom!angelface, christmas festivities, gift-giving, teasing, mentions of postpartum healing and a past of poverty living, set 5 years post-babytrapping, fluff.)

If you thought Eddie wasn't gonna bother getting gifts for your children before he became a father, you would be beyond wrong. He's always been mean, always been rough, but ever since that first Christmas you spent together as a family, he's been the biggest softie you've ever seen for his babies.

Your first one, Elliott, is getting bigger by the day--he's five and still as much of an angel as the day he was born, dark curls exploding all over his head and freckles dusting his nose. Lorien, who just turned four, is a clumsy little guy with his father's eyes and your soft, demure smile. And Trinity is still a bit too small to show much personality yet, but she's giggly and a good sleeper and quite happy for a two-month-old in a chaotic house full of boys. They all get spoiled, but not rotten, lucky for you. Eddie can at least be strict at times and you don't fold easily to those glimmery little eyes when the boys are begging for something they want. But that definitely changes at Christmas, when your husband plays the role of Santa so well you might as well slap a fake beard on his chin and give him a suit to go with his sack of goodies.

However, that same gesture hasn't exactly extended to you. It's not one-sided--you don't really get him much, either--but Eddie's gifts to you in the last five years have been pretty scarce. Your birthday is always a different story and so is his, but with having at least one child each year and that number growing over time, as well as struggling to pay bills and keep the roof over your heads on a single income, presents haven't ever really been a spectacle between you two. Usually it's some chocolate if he can afford it, or simply a kiss and the promise of a date during those couple years where you could barely avoid food, those awful times when you literally scrounged for whatever pennies you could save just to get your children something to open on Christmas morning. All the while watching and feeling a sense of relief at their excitement, all while yours and Eddie's stomachs rumbled with hunger but your boys sat full and satisfied.

But those days of struggling are over, at least for the foreseeable future. This year Eddie's taken over a considerable chunk of the garage as a partner and started doing detail work on the side, and with the success of that as well as the band picking up more and more gigs, you've watched those fears of not being able to provide for your children slowly vanish in your rearview. You even have a job yourself, part-time at the general store where you can chat away with Joyce and have a little time and money to yourself. This is the first year you're actually spending the holidays in a house instead of the trailer, one that you scouted out and Eddie bought, and with all those changes under your belts, you've managed to carve out quite the life for yourself and your little family.

And Eddie's changing, too. You'll never be proud of what you did, you're sure you'll never not feel a little sick at the memory of sabotaging his contraceptives all those years ago. But you've grown and so has Eddie--he's still gruff, and can be a little prickly around the edges when he's in a mood, but your opinion of him definitely changed when you watched him become a parent. And not in the literal sense, just at Elliott's birth. You've watched him become gentle and sweet and learn how to manage himself, you've seen him apply those behaviors to you and you've even gotten some good moments out of him--an apology, for one, and a promise as well.

"I'm never gonna be perfect, I know. But I'll...I'll be the kinda guy a girl like you deserves. I'll be good to you. And....fuck, I mean, I'll try and make it up to you for all that stupid shit. I'll just....I'll find a way, okay? I'll find a way."

That way had been a ring and another baby, the latter of the two being pure coincidence, but he really is making an effort. That much is obvious in the littlest things, like how he waved you off to bed and told you he'd take care of the baby tonight, doing all the feeding and burping and changing and soothing that would usually be shared between the two of you. His only excuse had been that it was Christmas Eve, and he expected a damn good breakfast in the morning for all that last-minute grocery shopping he'd had to do for you the day before. But even as he served you all that indignation and sass, he had cradled your baby girl in his arms as he gave you a kiss, and quietly smiled down at her as he cooed a little lullaby and you snuggled up in your bed to sleep.

"Mommy! It's Christmas, mommy! Wake up!"

When you're finally shaken awake by your boys at eight am sharp, you almost aren't sure where you are, or what day it is--you've been so exhausted taking care of your newborn that you've forgotten what a good night's sleep is. They hop around cheering and grabbing at you to get you up, only calming down enough to lean in for kisses when you bid them a good morning. When you're eventually dragged out of bed by those two excitable little gremlins and stumble half-awake through the hallway, you nearly bump right into your husband as he's carrying your daughter back to her bassinette.

"Mmh....Eds, did you sleep?"

"A little." Somehow, he's grinning, despite it being so early and him sporting bags under his tired eyes. You hadn't been woken up once that you can remember, not even to breastfeed, which would mean that Eddie had been up with Trin for pretty much the whole night in the nursery. Not unusual, but....well, sometimes you forget he can be pretty thoughtful when he feels like it. With a kiss placed on your daughter's head, and another sleepily pressed to Eddie's lips, you rub your eyes and let your sons take each hand to pull you down the steps to go see what Santa left you all. And, as per usual, only half-listening to their father's nagging to slow it down, so you don't go flying!

Fortunately, by the time you're down the stairs and Eddie's on your heels, you've blinked away snough of the sleep that you can stretch and yawn and shake off the tiredness that had kept you so soft and warm in bed. You let the boys take the lead as they hurry into the living room, and when you turn the corner to join them, you're met with quite the unexpected surprise. One that leaves you so pleasantly shocked that even Eddie can't smother his low, soft laughter as he comes up behind you for a kiss to your ear.

Waiting for your boys at the base of the tree are the gifts you and Eddie had wrapped and placed there, making sure to do so later in the night to give your boys a proper taste of that innocent belief in Santa Claus. But Eddie's ploy of staying up with the baby evidently wasn't all for the reasons he had supposed--you can see now that the stockings you had put up over the back of the couch, purely just for decoration, have been stuffed full to bursting with sweets and little toys and trinkets. You've got three of them, one for each child with their names stitched in by Eddie's careful hands, but there's another one that wasn't there last night. Smaller, cuter, but still with a few goodies inside that look like your favourite chocolates peeking out the top and some fuzzy socks. When you turn to look at him, he doesn't even pretend he wasn't looking, although he swerves around you and does pretend to be occupied with soothing your still-sleeping baby.

"Looks like Santa got a lot of work done, huh, boys?" You call out to them while not breaking your locked stare with your husband, arms crossing over your chest as you exchange a few looks that don't feel as innocent as they once were. Eddie winks in that confident way that stirs a heat up in your belly, before he turns and moves to lay your daughter down in the little handmade cradle by the wall that he's left out since the boys were small enough to sleep in it.

"Uh huh! Mama, look! Santa gave you presents!" Lorien calls right back to you, plopped down right next to his brother as they wait on the rug by the tree, practically vibrating with excitement. You quirk an eyebrow, but Eddie hustles over and distracts them by starting up the train of gift-unwrapping, handing each of them their first present with a warm sort of smile that doesn't come around all that often. With their interests piqued and their excited squeals coming out as they tear through the colourful paper, you pull the crib over a few feet to include your little girl in the festivities and take a seat on the couch. You're definitely still on the mend from Trinity's birth, and you don't mind rocking the little wooden cradle as you watch your children laugh and thank mommy, daddy, and Santa for their new toys.

They're such sweet kids, and you don't feel like you're that amazing of a person, so it's really quite the phenomenon that they've turned out to be such respectful and kind little boys. Elliott is so gentle in helping his little brother open the harder to unwrap presents, and they both hold each side of the gifts they got for you and for Eddie as they place them in your laps, giggling and squirming when they get a hail of kisses on their faces as thanks for the little drawings and handmade necklaces. But after most of the pile has diminished, and your sons are thoroughly wiped out from the excitement and looking forward to breakfast, Eddie tilts his head and gestures towards the kitchen.

"Go get a snack, and watch your cartoons in the den until breakfast. Help your brother open his, El."

"Okay, daddy!" With one of their new toys in hand and one last tight, gripping hug on each side for their beloved father, Elliott grabs Lorien's little hand and leads him towards the kitchen, both sets of adult ears tuning in to hear the sounds of them bustling around before they get to the right cupboard, and hustle into the playroom in a fit of giggles to catch their favourite cartoons. Then, and only then, does Eddie drag out those presents that had been hiding around the back of the tree, and drops them carefully in front of you until there's at least six or seven boxes by your feet. It isn't until you pick one up and read the tag on it that you realize it's addressed to you, and with a nervous bite to your lip you look back at your husband without much to say. Is it a prank? He encourages you to open them, and when you pull one of those mid-sized boxes towards you and gingerly lift the top off, you blink away the surprise of seeing a few nice, soft sweaters lying inside. All three are somewhat similar to cashmere if not the real thing, they're in your size, they're in colours you like....but he brushes off your awed thank-yous and just puts another gift in your lap, waiting anxiously for you to open it and find the hair clips and little makeup set inside that you'd been wanting.

"Eddie....really, you didn't have to get me anything. You didn't have to get me this much."

"Oh, shut your mouth, you little goody-goody. Take the damn gifts." He shakes off your gratitude like a wet dog, and shoves the next present into your hands before you can even fawn over the one you've already got. Yet, despite coming off as aggressive as he can be, he's got that smug smirk crawling its way across his lips whenever you seem shocked or excited at what he had bought you. But when the hail of presents is done with, and Christmas morning has officially wrapped up, you feel a sense of guilt as you thumb through the books and the tapes he had got you for the new cassette player you have. While you've definitely gone without any gift exchanging in other years, you did get him some new work gloves and a pic case with the Metallica logo on it this time, but it doesn't seem like it's enough. And he can tell by the way you meekly apologize for your pathetic gift-giving, although he doesn't scoff or poke fun at you like he usually would. He just....looks down at his hands, and fiddles with the string on his plaid sleep pants before he answers you.

"You gave me three kids, and a life, and....and a reason to live. You didn't need to get me anything, and you shouldn't have, cause...." He trails off, and you sit there slack-jawed in awe of what you're hearing, wondering if that's really what you're hearing, because it's so rare for Eddie to be touchy-feely when he's also being lucid about his own behavior. You know he knows how he acts is cruel at times, which is why he's really toned down since you first got pregnant and when you had the boys and Trinity. I'm not gonna be like my father. That's what he had said, and he's kept his word since then. Even so, he slips up at times, but you never would've thought that even with all the progress he's made, he'd do something like this completely out of the blue. Eddie smiles at some thought he's got in his head, and reaches over to clasp his warm, rough hand over yours, and you turn your wrist so you can hold it back and lace your fingers together as your palms touch. "Sometimes, I only got up in the mornings because I knew I'd get to see you. I'd get to bully that dumb smile off your face and make you cry, and I'd feel something."

Maybe it's something in the air, but you feel the courage well up inside you to bring your entwined hands up to your face, and kiss each one of his knuckles so tenderly. Usually that would serve as an oportunity for Eddie to flick your nose or jab at you for being a cheesy, mushy crybaby, but shockingly again he says nothing and just....smiles again. It feels normal. Maybe he's been doing it more recently, and you just haven't noticed.

"Now I got people that depend on me, I....I got people who care whether I live or die. I can work hard day after day, and know that the ones I love will get something out of it. I'm someone's fucking dad. That's crazy." Just as the words come out of his mouth, you hear the squeals and laughter of your boys in the other room, along with the soft gurgling of your precious little girl as she starts waking up. He really isn't wrong, he works incredibly hard to provide and even when he grumbles and complains as he pulls himself out of bed to cover someone's no-show shift, he still comes home with a tired smile to welcome his boys into a hug and waltzes in to kiss you hello. He teases you to no end but he still holds you when you're in pain, he takes your complaints and worries so seriously and never misses a chance to bring you to the clinic or pick up your medicines if that's what you need. And even after twelve, thirteen, or fourteen hour shifts where everything's gone wrong and he just wants to pass out for the whole evening, you still stir awake to get a bleary-eyed look at his bare back as he stands over Trinity's bassinette, soothing and bottle-feeding her late into the night so you won't have to get up.

"You're an amazing father, Eddie." You lean into him, a kiss pressed to his jaw as you hold his hand so closely to your chest, and even with your head resting on his shoulder and his breath hitching when yours puffs against his skin, he still rumbles out a soft bit of mockery to fill the empty space between.

"Shut up. Fucking softie.....I love you."

"I love you too." You kiss his chin this time, and he takes the hint to tilt his head down and capture your lips when you go in for another. He's chapped and warm, he smells of milk and a bit of menthol along with his cologne, and it's the strangest combination but it so encompasses Eddie as he is now. He's the kind of father that would get his children McDonald's and watch them eat with a smile as his stomach rumbled, and he's the kind of husband that would agree to share your meal just to take the most unintrusive bite of your burger and tell you he's full. And he's the type of man that, if you ever fell back on those hard times again, would do it all over and more if it meant making sure that his wife and children were taken care of. And still he asks for nothing, but you know by the way he had stared down at the drawings and that pic case and traced the insignia that he'll treasure those moments forever--he'll always know that he's loved, and that his sacrifices will always mean something to your family, especially when your kids grow up and find those same values within themselves. Hopefully, with your influence included, without any of those feelings of abandonment or turmoil that Eddie's still working at undoing with you as you both grow older.

As you sit there together, cuddling and holding one another with plentiful thumps of your hearts, you squeeze his arm so tight and let him feel how much love tightens around it in a hug. He looks so peaceful, and you just have to take the chance to teasingly throw his favourite words right back at him as he looks so solemn and lost in thought. "You gonna cry, you little baby?"

"Fuck you," He spits back immediately with a grin, turning to look down on you and following it up with an especially passionate kiss. If it weren't for your kids being in the other room, and for Trinity starting to stir in the crib as she yawns, it probably wouldn't have stopped there. But for now it does, and Eddie helps you to your feet as you hug him close one last time before moving to welcome your little girl into your arms, and see what she's feeling like so you can hopefully omit some oncoming discomfort. Clingy as ever, Eddie snakes his arms around you from behind one last time as you hold her, kissing your cheek over your shoulder and gently bopping Trin's little Munson nose before he whispers his plans for breakfast in your ear, and slips away to duck into the kitchen.

"Boys! Breakfast in ten! Bacon, yes or no?"

"Yes!" The two of them shout back to their father from the playroom, and you chuckle to yourself as he pretends to mishear them just to elicit a playful reaction, as they frantically correct their daddy while you spend a little time tending to your newborn. Thankfully she doesn't seem too hungry yet, just a little restless, so you lay her back down in the crib and make a mental note to remind Eddie to bring the whole thing over to the table so you can all eat as a family. For now, though, you find yourself meandering back through the archway to find your husband at the stove, several pans already laid out and a carton of eggs open as he's in the midst of cracking a few and humming. You recognize the tune, One Night in the City, and you find yourself joining in with a softer voice as you come up from behind, and wrap your arms around him to lovingly rub his belly the way he likes. It's kinda sweet how surprised he always is to find that you've remembered things like that about him, and as always, he has to brush it off with a few words so he doesn't have to acknowledge how special it makes him feel.

"You love me, huh? That's embarrassing." Even so, he grazes the hand you've got on his stomach with his own, smiling silently to himself as he cracks another egg into the pan with a sssh as the whites hit the hot steel.

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1000roughdrafts · 2 months

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hey! if you take requests, i’m just wondering if you’d consider a sister winchester one? maybe her at 18? i love your writing so much, and i’d really love something like a hurt reader/dying reader?? something super angsty ahaha

Oh, for sure! Angst is my favorite! (as I'm sure you can tell by the word count lol) sorry it’s taken me like 3 years to get to this 😞

A/N: this was meant to post 2/28/24 because I wanted to ease into coming back with an every other week posting schedule BUT I’m just too excited and antsy for that lol also it’s set in Season 1, Episode 1

Thank you by the way!

Title: Please Wake Up

Warnings: swearing, graphic description of injury and illness, blood angst, hurt/dying reader, depiction of medical procedures, takes place in season 1 episode 1 :)

Word Count: 5.8k

Being third born after two boys, Y/N always felt like she had big shoes to fill. Despite her best efforts to impress the man, she never really formed a bond with John. Her next role model was Dean, who became more of a father to her than John ever was or could be.

Until her eleventh birthday, Dean did her hair into pigtails every day, partly because he hadn't learned to do any other hairstyle but mostly because he thought it was the cutest on her. He'd pack her and Sam's lunch with snacks he'd bought from vending machines and even pretend to take her on hunts because he knew she wanted to be exactly like him.

When she wasn't learning about monsters and guns with Dean, she spent time with Sam. He'd help her with her homework or play board and card games. They have as much in common as Y/N and Dean. Neither Sam nor Y/N got along with John, and neither remember their mothers.

Y/N's mother was a woman John met in Nebraska three years after the boy's mom died. The affair only lasted a night, but to his surprise, he heard from her again six months later with the news that they had a baby girl on the way. John was shocked and heartbroken. He couldn't bear the thought of bringing another child into the life of hunting.

John kept his distance, adamant that Y/N would be better off without him, and when another three months of silence went by, he figured that Y/N's mother came around to see it his way. Unfortunately, her pregnancy was complicated, as was the birth, and it turned out that having Y/N is what killed her.

When John got the call, he had half a mind to let the state take custody of little Y/N. Indeed, they would provide her with a better life than he could. John decided to meet her at least, and when he laid eyes on her perfect little face, he couldn't bring himself to abandon her.

Y/N was barely sixteen when Sam left for college. While she was proud of him for putting himself first, it broke her heart for him to go the way he did. She missed him more and more every day, often keeping Dean up at night with her sniffling and crying. After a while, he would get into bed next to her when the tears started and sing Hey Jude while playing with her hair to help her fall asleep. That went on for another six months before she finally started to fall asleep without crying.

For her seventeenth birthday, Dean came across a necklace he'd wanted to get for her since Sam left. From his wallet, he took out the only picture he had of the sibling trio, representing the single moment of their life where John treated them like regular kids, and using his pocket knife, he carved around their heads and bodies to match the exact size of the locket, smiling proudly at himself when it fit perfectly.

Now at eighteen, she stands next to the Impala while Dean lugs their bags out, drops them into the trunk, and slams it shut. He heads for the driver's door but stops when he realizes Y/N hasn't opened hers yet. Eyebrows raised, he twirls a finger in the air as if to say, 'Let's get a move on.'

"Are you ever gonna teach me how to drive, Dean?" she asks. "I mean, you've got to, you know?"

"No, I don't. Get in," Dean says. She does so with a huff. Dean checks the mirrors before backing out of their parking spot. Turning to Y/N, he says, "Besides, as long as I'm around, you don't need to," but softens his face into a smile when he looks at her. "Cause there's no way in Hell I'll ever let you drive my car."

Y/N lets out a soft chuckle. "It doesn't have to be this car, Dean!" She rolls the window down, letting the cool breeze hit her face. "What happens if we get separated and I'm being chased by… I don't know, something that has super speed, and my only way back to you is to steal a car and -"

"Stop. First of all, you should know that I'd never put you in that kind of danger," Dean says, disgusted by the mere thought. He lets out a long sigh. "I'll teach you," he says, looking at her gleaming smile. He tries his damnedest to see her for the adult she's becoming, but he only sees the happy baby in pull-ups he used to feed marshmallows and jello to on a motel room floor. "Just… not yet, okay?"

She scoffs, "Most people learn to drive when they're only fifteen. I mean, you took me to freaking Vegas with a fake ID for my birthday, for fuck's sake!"

"I said not yet, Y/N!" he says, shooting her the 'dad look' he's been perfecting since she was four.

"Fine," she grumbles. She clasps her hands, "So I was looking through news articles, and there seem to be vamps in the next town. Should we be on that?"

Dean clears his throat and needlessly adjusts the rear-view mirror. "Actually, kiddo, we're on something else right now." He keeps his head straight but glances at her out of the corner of his eyes. Whispering, he says, "We're gonna go get Sammy."

Y/N's eyes widen as her head whips to look at him. "What?"

He keeps his eyes on the road, "yeah, uh, with Dad missing... we could use the help," he says, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

"But Sam's at college!" Y/N scoffs, "he wanted out!"

"He abandoned us!" he shouts, shaking his head at himself when he notices her shoulders tense. Her eyes peer into her lap, where her hands lie folded. “Look Y/N/N, I just… I can't shake this awful feeling that something is wrong." He waits for a response from her, but she only nods with thin lips. She tunes him out and focuses on the wind hitting the window. "I gotta make sure they're okay," he says softly.

Over the years, Y/N has learned to trust Dean's intuition, but right now, it just feels like he's being selfish. She opts to stay quiet, even if it makes a long drive longer.

Y/N jolts awake at the sound of the trunk slamming shut. She takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She doesn't see Dean next to her, so she scans her surroundings through squinted eyes, hoping for a clue about her whereabouts. She finds a gas station receipt in her lap and flips it over to see the scribbles of Dean's handwriting telling her to 'stay put or else.' She rolls her eyes, crumpling it into a ball to throw it into the backseat.

She hears the voices of two familiar men, one of whom she hasn't heard in two years. Her heart races, and she fumbles with the seat belt, trying to unhook it with shaky hands. She jumps out of the car and turns in time to see Dean leaning on the back of the Impala.

"It's a law school interview," Sam says, "and it's my whole future on a plate," he glares.

"Law school?" Dean asks with a smirk. Y/N walks over to stand next to Dean. He shoots a quick, acknowledging glance her way. Sam's eyes shift between Dean and Y/N, softening when they land on Y/N, "so we got a deal or not?" he asks flatly.

Dean says nothing but lightly nods his head. Y/N runs towards Sam, nearly knocking him over with a hug.

"Y/N/N," he smiles. Pulling her even closer to him, he wraps his arms tightly around her back and kisses the top of her head. "I missed you," he whispers.

"I missed you, too," she says, her eyes welling up with tears. Sam looks at Dean just in time to see him press his lips together with an 'I told you so' in his eyes. Sam shakes his head, squinting at Dean just before he lets go of Y/N.

"Kay, I gotta put a bag together," he sighs, "I'll be right back."

He turns to head for the door, and Y/N doesn't take her eyes off him until he disappears into the building. She blinks her eyes and turns to face Dean. He pushes himself off the back of the car and silently heads for the driver seat.

Sam and Y/N sit in the car at a gas station while Dean heads for snacks. Sam opens his door but quickly looks over his shoulder to check on Y/N. This is when he notices the box of tapes sitting next to her. Intrigued, he shifts in the chair and asks her to hand them to him. Y/N is hesitant because it's hard to say how Dean would react, and she's always hated being in the middle of their fights but does so anyway. Sam rests his tongue between his lips as he takes the box from Y/N. Stretching his legs out of the car, he rests the box in his lap to filter through them.

"Hey," Dean says from behind the Impala, his mouth wrapped around a candy bar, "either of you want breakfast?" he asks, holding a soda and a bag of chips.

Y/N waits for Sam to answer first. "No, thanks," he says, glancing Dean's way momentarily.

"I do," Y/N smiles.

"So how'd you pay for that stuff? Three of you still running credit card scams?" Sam says, going back to looking through the cassettes.

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career," Dean says, putting the gas nozzle back into the pump.

Y/N chimes in, "Besides, all we do is apply," she shrugs, "it's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the applications this time?" he asks, swinging his legs back inside the car and closing the door behind him.

"Uh, Burt Aframian," Y/N answers. Dean gets into the seat, handing Y/N the drink and chips. "Thank you," she chirps.

"And his son Hector," Dean adds, "scored two cards out of the deal."

"Sounds about right. I swear, man. You've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

Dean frowns, nearly offended. "Why?"

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes, and two," Sam holds one up, "Black Sabbath? Motorhead?" he says, dropping them to grab another, "Metallica?" he laughs, "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock," he says as Dean rips the Metallica tape from his hand with a glare.

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean pops the tape into the player with a tight smile, "driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cake-hole," he says, dropping the empty case into the box. "Isn't that right, Y/N?" he smirks into the rear-view mirror and smiles when he sees her roll her eyes.

"You know, Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old," Sam scolds, "it's Sam, okay?"

Turning the volume up, Dean cocks his head to the side, "sorry. I can't hear you. The music's too loud," he says with a slight chuckle.

Crashing a crime scene where police are still investigating is just another Saturday with Dean for Y/N, but seeing Sam's eyes widen at the box of Dean's fake IDs calls attention to how out of the norm this life is. Dean makes wise-ass comments to the cops, as usual, and Sam stomps on Dean's foot. Dean responds by smacking Sam's head as they bicker on the way back to the car, but Y/N can't help but grin from ear to ear.

Even when her brothers are arguing, Y/N couldn't possibly be happier. Today is her first hunt with both of her brothers and the first time in far too long since the three of them had been together for any reason.

They make their way to find Amy, who they learn is the girlfriend of the victim from listening to the cops on the bridge. They stop her while she's putting up missing posters, and after lying about being distant relatives of her boyfriend, they ask if she'd be willing to answer some questions to find him.

… "It's kind of this local legend," Amy's friend says after a few minutes of chatting. Massaging her thumb with her other hand, she continues, "This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Dean glances over at Sam and Y/N, who listen intently, "Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."

At a local library, Dean searches the archive page for any murders on Centennial Highway with no results. Sam shoves Dean's chair, and when it rolls back, he scoots his chair to the computer to take over, earning him a slap from Dean. After replacing 'murder' with 'suicide,' a news article pops up.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river," Sam reads.

"Does it say why she did it?" Y/N asks, scooting her chair closer to Sam to try and read the screen.

"Yeah," Sam says.

"What?" Dean says with raised eyebrows.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing." Sam lets out a breath, "both die," he says in a whisper.

The air grows thick around them, and Y/N frowns. "That's terrible," she says, shaking her head.

"'Our babies were gone,'" Sam reads, "'and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch."

"Hmm," Dean points to the picture on the screen, "that bridge look familiar to you?"

They hit the bridge at nightfall. Crickets sing to water drumming against the rocks as it rushes under their feet. The clouds hang low in the sky, giving the air around them a haze.

"So," Dean says, peering over the bridge at the water, "this is where Constance took the swan dive," he says, leaning against the rail next to Y/N.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asks in disbelief, looking over at Dean.

"Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him," Dean shrugs, turning to walk down the bridge.

Sam turns to follow. "Okay, so now what?" he says, forcing a breath through his nose. Y/N walks right next to him, still scared to let him out of her sight.

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while," Dean grumbles.

Sam stops walking, "Dean," he says, raising his hands before dropping them. "I told you. I've gotta be back by Monday."

"Monday," Dean says, pivoting to make grueling eye contact with Sam, but only turns his body enough that he's still facing the bridge's railing. "Right," he says, shaking a finger, "the interview." The bridge creaks under him as he turns the rest of the way.

"Yeah," Sam nods.

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Dean says, shifting his weight between his feet. "You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean asks, the animosity growing with each word.

Sam shrugs, "maybe. Why not?"

Dean's voice roughens, "Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know the things you've done?"

Sam takes a few threatening steps toward Dean, "No, and she's not ever going to know," he scowls.

"Well, that's healthy," Dean sneers. "You can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face up to who you really are," he says, turning around to continue walking.

Sam huffs, "Who's that?"

"You're one of us," Dean shrugs, a hand gesturing towards Y/N.

"Hey! Leave me out of this," Y/N grumbles from ahead.

"No," Sam says, speed walking towards Dean, "I'm not like you," he says, turning around as he stops in front of Dean. "This is not going to be my life."

Dean keeps his jaw tight. "Well, you have a responsibility to..."

Y/N feels the tension rising and tries to plead with them to stop arguing, but they ignore her. "Guys!" she shouts again.

"To Dad? And his crusade?" Sam scoffs. "If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like! And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her," he shakes his head, "Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back."

Dean grips Sam's shirt and swings him around and against the bridge's railing with a clunk at Sam's weight against it.

Y/N flips around and runs to their side, "Dean, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" She panics. But Dean continues to ignore her as he glares at Sam.

After a long, breathless pause, Y/N shouts again, "Dean!"

The misty air is still between them, and even the wind seems too frightened to move. It's as if the world is put on pause.

Dean's eyebrows raise, and he keeps a firm grip on Sam's shirt. Under his breath, he says, "Don't talk about her like that."

He throws Sam's jacket from his hands and takes a few stabilizing steps backward in one movement. Y/N runs to check on Sam, who shakes her off with an "I'm fine" that sounds muffled compared to the pounding of her heart. A few tears escape her when she looks over at Dean walking away from them, but she doesn't realize she's crying until the taste of salt hits her lips.

Her eyes return to Sam, shaking her head in disgust that Dean would treat him like that. She knew it had been rough for Dean since Sam left for college, but hell, it's been hard on her, too, and she's not throwing anyone against the side of a bridge!

Dean halts, “Sam. Y/N!” he calls. Y/N turns with a full-body glare, but her eyes widen when she sees a woman in a long, white dress standing on the bridge's railing. The woman looks over at them, and Y/N can see the resemblance to the picture of Constance. The woman's hair and dress sway in the wind, and she keeps her eyes on them as she allows herself to drop from the ledge.

With a grunt, Sam rushes to the railing to look over it for her, Dean and Y/N not far behind him.

"Where'd she go?" Dean barks.

Breathless, Sam pushes out an "I don't know."

The roar of the Impala's engine turning on startles them, their bodies whipping around just in time to see the headlights flick on.

"What the-," Dean says.

"Who's driving your car?" Y/N asks.

Without taking his eyes off of the car, Dean pulls his keys from his pocket and jingles them, stealing Sam and Y/N's attention to them in unison. The engine revs, drawing back their wide eyes to the Impala. The tires squeal as the car begins to speed towards them.

"Y/N, go! Go!" Dean says with a hand on each of his siblings, spinning them around to run in the opposite direction. Dean presses his hand firmly on Y/N's back as they run, keeping himself between her and the car. They run as fast as they can until Dean can feel the Impala's breath on his ankles, and he guides them towards the bridge's railing.

Y/N's heart feels like a brick in her chest, weighing her down at the thought of jumping over. "I can't," she says in a breath, and all in a split second, she feels like her feet are cemented into the bridge's planks as Sam jumps over. "No!" she screams as Dean grips onto her arm, pulling them both over the bridge.

Sam hangs from the ledge of the bridge, shouting for Y/N as her screams are washed out with a big splash. "Y/N!" he calls again from the back of his throat, climbing up the bridge to get on his knees. He looks over the bridge, scanning for Y/N and Dean, calling out when he sees his brother, "Dean! You alright?"

"I'm super," Dean grumbles with an outstretched thumbs up. Lying on his back, half submerged in the muddy water.

"I can't see Y/N! Where's Y/N?" Sam panics, and when the words hit Dean's ears, he springs to his feet in a second. He whirls around in a circle as he searches for her.

"Y/N!" Dean shouts, wiping mud from his face. He paces around, "Y/N, where are you?" he yells, half-expecting her to pop out from behind a bush to scare him.

The world spins around him for a moment, utterly void of sound aside from a ringing in his ears as Dean tries to comprehend what is happening. He closes his eyes tight, shaking his head to clear away the fog that covers him. They open onto the water, catching the moon's glimmer reflecting off something. He runs towards it, hopping from rock to rock until he finds Y/N's broken locket stuck in algae. Dean picks it up with shaky hands, recalling how her face lit up when he first gave it to her. She'd be devastated to see its state now. Fear spills down him in an icy chill.

His head swivels around in search of her. Tears, that he refuses to let fall, poke at his eyes when he sees her lying face down in the water, a bloody rock next to her.

“Y/N!” He shouts, rushing to her. He kneels to pull her out of the water by her shoulder, turning her over so that her back rests against his knee. "Y/N!" he yells again, and when she doesn't respond, he grabs her by the waist and hoists her over his shoulder. He grunts, shifting his weight before jogging for the shore. "Sam! I got her!"

"Dean! Is she okay?" He calls out as he sprints down the side of the hill to catch up to them. The brothers reach the shore simultaneously, and Dean drops to his knees to gently set Y/N on the ground in front of him, Sam following suit.

"Come on, be okay, be okay, be okay, be okay," Dean pleads softly, placing two fingers on her neck. His heart is beating so hard that he can't tell if it's her pulse he's feeling or his own. "Sam, I can't feel anything," he says. Dropping an ear to her mouth, he adds, "And I don't think she's breathing."

"Call 911," Sam demands, ripping his jacket off to tie around Y/N's bleeding head wound. He quickly inspects the rest of her body for any bleeding before placing a hand on her chest. Looking up at Dean, who stands frozen, Sam puts his free hand on Dean's shoulder, "now, Dean!" he shouts, shoving him.

Sam tilts Y/N's head back, checking again for a pulse, a breath, a twitch, a shudder, anything that meant he wouldn't have to perform CPR on his baby sister. He places his hands on her chest, one over the other, pausing in case her heart miraculously started again, but all he feels under his palms is the stillness of Y/N's wet and cold chest.

Sam begins chest compressions, and the tears he'd been holding back rush out uncontrollably when he feels her ribs break under his palms. It makes him want to pull away, but he forces himself to continue. Dean watches in wide-eyed horror as he gives the 911 operator their location when asked, keeping his free hand pressed against his forehead.

"Anything?" he shakily shouts at Sam after what feels like hours. Sam ignores him, counting out loud until he hits thirty again. He stops compressions to blow a shuddering breath into Y/N's mouth, watching her chest rise and fall before delivering another. "Hello! Is anybody on the way? My sister is dying here!" Dean shouts into the phone, but all that meets his ears is static.

"Dean," Sam says with a heavy breath, beginning compressions again. "You gotta take over," he says between breaths.

Without question, Dean drops his phone to the ground as he falls to his knees next to her, "come on, Y/N," he pleads, ignoring the burning in his knees as he places his hands together on top of Sam's. Sam leaves his hands under Dean's for just one compression before pulling away.

"Okay, that's ten. You've got twenty more before breaths," Sam says before they count out loud together with every push into Y/N's chest.

Dean is growing tired by his third round of compressions, but the sirens in the distance electrify him, giving him the energy he needs to continue.

His face scrunches up as he musters the emotional and physical strength to keep going. Sam hurries to his feet, "don't stop, Dean, you're doing great!" he says with a palm at him.

"Don't stop," Dean repeats mindlessly, "don't stop."

Sprinting towards the paramedics, Sam waves his arms, shouting, "Down here! We're down here!" before he knows it, a group of professionals sprint down the hill, the gurney in tow. One takes a story from Sam as one tries to pull Dean away so the other two can take over caring for Y/N.

"No, I can't stop!" he cries, which grabs Sam's attention, "don't stop," he nearly whispers, hands pumping into Y/N's chest.

Sam rushes over and lowers himself to Dean's level. "Dean, let go. It's okay, they'll take it from here," he says, grabbing onto Dean's hands to pull him off of Y/N. They watch the paramedics in shock as they cut the shirt, bra, and pants off of Y/N, inspecting her skin. The first responders put what look like stickers with wires attached to them onto her chest and pull out the AED, telling everyone to stand clear before delivering a shock with a beep. Then, there was a pause and the silence that follows is deafening. Nothing. They check for a pulse and call clear again, shocking her. Then, nothing. Again.

In the hospital's hallway, Dean tries to tune out the surround sound of constant beeping. His elbows rest on his scraped and bloody knees with his head held in his hands. He rocks back and forth, battling with himself. He sheds tears both out of fear for his sister's well-being and of guilt that he did the very thing he promised her he wouldn't: put her in danger.

The clacking of Sam's shoes pulls Dean from his homemade mental Hell. Dean lifts his head, quickly wiping his eyes before grabbing the cafeteria coffee. Sam's familiar smell of motel soap and deodorant washes away the torturous smell of hand sanitizer.

"Thanks," Dean mutters, taking a sip of the coffee before placing it next to him on the cold tile floor.

Sam's eyes are red and puffy. Dean struggles to comprehend how Sam doesn't even try to hide the tears coming down. He often admires his brothers ability to wear his heart on his sleeve, though he'd never admit it. He wonders who he's being 'strong' for in this moment because it's certainly not himself.

Clearing his throat, Sam pulls his pants up slightly at the thighs before sitting on the bench next to Dean. He glances up at the ceiling momentarily, waiting for the announcement to end before asking, "Any news yet?"

Dean shakes his head. "No," he says in a raspy voice, forcing his eyes to look up and down the hall. "Excuse me," he says, standing to interrupt a nurse before she can enter a different room. "Would you mind helping us find whoever we need to talk to for an update on room 221?" he asks, gesturing to the door he hasn't been able to even look at since arriving.

Her eyes flutter to Sam, then the door, and back to Dean before she somberly nods. "Of course," she says, setting her pen back onto the clipboard as she turns to head in the direction she came.

Dean wants to return to his seat, but his body feels like an anchor. He sucks in a sharp breath. His shoulders tighten into his neck and with weak arms his hands fall to his hips. He hangs his head, clenching his teeth and pulling his face to suppress the tears. Sam jumps up to Stand with Dean, placing a hand tightly on his shoulder.

"She'll be alright," Sam says, not fully believing himself, "she's a Winchester; she has to be."

Dean quickly straightens himself out because damn it, he's the one that's supposed to be taking care of his younger siblings - not the other way around.

"Sam and Dean Winchester?" a deep voice echoes the hall and they whirl around to greet the doctor. Dean quickly slaps the tears from his face. "I'm Dr. Ferguson," he says, holding his arm up to shake hands with Sam, then Dean. "Let's go somewhere more private to talk."

"We're good here," Dean spits.

"Very well," the doctor sighs, looking down the hall behind him. He shuffles them closer to the wall and out of the traffic flow. "Well, while we were able to restart her heart, I'm afraid your sister has sustained a substantial injury to the head," he says, "the trauma caused the tissue around her brain to swell quite rapidly, and well, we have her on a ventilator, but," he lets out a breath, "we haven't seen as much progress as we were hoping for. She's technically in a coma right now, but we hope to see her come out of it in the coming weeks."

"Weeks?" Dean bellows.

"Yes, I'm afraid that's standard recovery time for an injury of this magnitude. Although, we'd be having an entirely different conversation if not for your quick thinking in the field," he says with a tight-lipped smile, eyes jumping from Dean's to Sam's, "it's a long road to recovery, but this is a good start."

"And what happens if she doesn't wake up?" Sam asks.

"We will do everything in our power to ensure that doesn't happen," the doctor nods.

"Thanks, doc," Sam croaks. "Can - can we see her?" he stutters.

"Of course," he says, pushing the door open with his fingertips, "go on in," he says.

Sam immediately notices Dean's hesitancy when they exchange a glance, so he nods before taking a few steps into the room. He covers his mouth to stifle a sob when he sees his little sister with a tube down her throat and one in her nose. When he's close enough, he reaches for her hand and sits in the chair beside her, startled by the sound of the door shutting. Dean slowly enters the room, but keeps his distance.

Dean feels like the air is void of oxygen and tells himself to pull it together enough to stand by her bed. "Hey kiddo," Dean says to Y/N with a shaky breath. "God, please be okay," he says, forcing a smile as he grips onto her hand.

The two sit with Y/N for days, only leaving for bathroom trips and snack runs, but when one goes, the other stays, and when one is napping, the other is awake. Dean has grown slightly more self-composed but is still anxious as they stay by her side, even when the nurses come to deliver medications, chart vitals, or empty her catheter.

"Hey, Dean," Sam says, clearing his throat.

"Yeah," he replies, keeping his eyes on Y/N.

Sam looks down into his hands, "about my interview-"

"Wait, what?" Dean says, cutting him off, "you're still gonna leave after all this?" he shouts through a clenched jaw. The chair scoots back in a screech as he quickly brings himself to his feet, "you don't wanna be here when she wakes up?" he asks, aggressively gesturing at Y/N.

"Dean, we don't even know if she'll wake up," Sam quivers.

"Man, you are a piece of work," Dean shouts, shaking his head.

"If you would've let me finish," Sam growls with narrow eyes, "I was going to say that I called earlier… to reschedule it," he sighs, looking back at Y/N, "they were very understanding of the situation."

"Oh," Dean says, turning on his heels to face away from Sam. He swipes a hand down his face, shaking his head when his eyes open to the white walls of the hospital's room. "Look, man, I'm sorry," he says, palms open and facing Sam. "This just has me on edge."

Taking a few steps towards him, Sam holds back the urge to get nasty with Dean, telling him he's not the only one feeling 'on edge' about their sister's condition. Instead, he raises his palms and softens his face, "Me too. Believe me."

By Thursday, Y/N had graduated from a ventilator to an oxygen mask. Though still needing the feeding tube, she's shown glimpses here and there of the Y/N they know and love, but overall, she struggles to remain conscious. The doctors are calling it a 'Minimally Conscious State' and "completely normal with this type of recovery."

On Saturday, Sam heads out for food from a local restaurant at Dean's request - something about them having good pies - but Sam has a sneaking suspicion that Dean needs some time alone with Y/N, and Sam could use the fresh air anyway.

Sitting in the chair beside her bed, Dean holds one of Y/N's hands in both of his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back of her hand. "I'm so sorry I failed you, Y/N," he cries. "I should have been protecting you," he whispers, letting the tears fall freely now, "but instead of doing that, I got you into this mess."

Looking up at Y/N's face, he swears he sees a tear slip down her cheek. Despite being convinced he's imagining it, he reflexively draws his hand to wipe her tear away, gasping when it comes back wet. His heart races as he gently stands to get beside her in the bed. "Shh," he coos, wrapping his arm around her.

His eyes fall shut, and he's transported back in time to the almost seven-month period where she would only fall asleep if Dean were right there in bed next to her. Through tears and voice cracks, he sings Hey Jude in a whisper, occasionally reaching over to wipe her tears away.

"I love you so much," he whispers. "I don't know how to live without you," he says, his tears turning into sobs. "Please wake up," he cries, arm wrapped tightly around her, "I promise I'll teach you how to drive if you just please wake up."

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emo-eyemakeup-evildude · 5 months

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excuse me how did you ALMOST DIE the day after being born

OH BOY BUCKLE UP I LOVE TELLING THIS STORY

So my mom had some false contractions and the doctors wanted her to come in but assured her she wouldn't be admitted. She was and they wouldn't let her leave until she gave birth. And since she came in BEFORE she was in active labor they used up all of the insurance covered days for childbirth. So the hospital kicked us out almost immediately after I was born even though my parents were like hey. Can we just like. Pay out of pocket. And the hospital said no lol gtfo

there was also some fucking nonsense about giving my mom a C section because her labor wasn't progressing fast enough (gee I wonder why) and fed is best vs breast is best discourse where they didn't want her to take me home before her milk came in (which can take DAYS after delivery) but insurance wouldn't pay for us to stay and also hey infants need to eat BUT

My parents took me home and tried to get over the bullshit of the hospital stay. However they only did the barest of newborn checks since the insurance company had us kicked out of the hospital and it turns out as is incredibly common with newborns uh oh my liver wasn't working right yet!!! One of my parents' dogs, a huge beautiful German shepherd, was like "uh hey y'all's new puppy is dying" and

JUMPED UP INTO MY CRIB AND GRABBED ME

Luckily for me my dad was right outside my room and he told the dog to leave it so he put me down oh so gently

Directly onto the floor furnace

So now I had 1. Jaundice 2. Two puncture marks in my back from dog teeth 3. A head wound from being placed on the floor furnace

And my parents went OH MY FUCKING GOD THE FUCKING BABY and went back to the hospital.

Then there was even more bullshit about how they couldn't feed me because I might have to go into surgery and I was like 24 hours old and had never eaten in my life. And also somehow a bleeding newborn baby with torso and head trauma and major organ failure was NOT a priority that day so eventually my parents said yeah fuck this and managed to feed me.

When I was finally seen by a medical professional that was not a dog they said oh yeah no prob and gave me a few stitches and put me in the liver incubator and I was fine.

However I have two giant scars on my back and half of an eyebrow from my face scar. My parents told me it was a birthmark my entire childhood until after my mom died and then I got to hear the whole story

#tumblr is mad at me and won't let me edit this any further lol I hope this posts as legible at all #whenever I try to type it adds another blank line to the end of the post #webbed especially for me

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green-loser-lover · 11 months

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Gangreen headcanons

These have zero order or anything it's just a few HCs I have

Skip past Billy's if you don't wanna read like a lot of stuff

Big Billy

He's only half cyclops

His mom is a human

And his dad was a cyclops

But he had two eyes (this is totally possible, ty genetics lessons)

Since his dad didn't really look like a monster and wasn't THAT big he lived in Townsville for a while

Hence how he met Billy's mom

She didn't know at first but didn't mind when she found out

They got married maybe and lived on Monster Isle

But before Billy was born or soon after his dad died so they never met

Billy's mom definitely took amazing care of him though and stayed on Monster Isle

So he had a great childhood

Until he was around ten and he just sort of wondered off (cyclops thing)

He ended up in Townsville

Sadly he has no clue where his mom is

Otherwise he would visit her

She however is in the same place

So a reunion is possible if he ever remembers where his house is

He's super self conscious btw (thinks the gang doesn't care about him but they do)

He loves animals, mostly fluffy ones

HAD a secret pet cat but after a while she passed

She was pretty old and died in her sleep

He took amazing care of her and was inconsolable when he realized she was gone

When he starts crying nothing can stop him

Except sleeping or food

He's the only one who can properly cook

He met Arturo before the met the others

Lil Arturo

He's a huge hugger

It doesn't matter who you are if he decides to hug you you'll get hugged

He definitely steals hair products a lot

He loves doing his hair

Mostly because he gets to use Maria

He does the whole gangs hair for funsies

He loves sugar a scary amount

If/when someone babies him he acts like he hates it

But he actually loves it a lot

Because he was a middle child in a family of like 15

Speaking of his family

After his dad went to jail he (and most of his siblings) got put in foster homes

He wasn't in the worst foster home ever but they were still neglectful

So he ran away

Which is how he met Billy (and later the gang)

He's not allowed to have caffeine of any sort

He curses in Spanish a lot

Or makes mocks people in Spanish when he's pissed

Mostly Ace

Who has caught on a little bit

Grubber

He can totally talk in several languages

He just chooses not to

I think he's a lab experiment that went wrong

The purpose of the experiment was to create a brain serum that could make people smarter

But it would've been made from Grubbers brain

When he figured that out he escaped

He really loves classical music

If he wasn't in the gang he would probably collect antiques

He tried while being in the gang

You can probably tell how that turned out

If you ask how he got his violin he'll tell you a different way every time (bought it, found it, stole it, ect.)

He's the smartest in the gang (duh)

And he gives the others tutoring lessons sometimes do they aren't too dumb

But they don't know that's what it is

Yet

He's British

Grubber met Snake first (probably deep in the dump)

Ace

Oh boy

He REALLY cares about the gang

Like if anyone in the gang gets hurt he thinks about it for weeks and blames himself

Even if it's something like Billy getting a scrape on his knee

He stole a motorcycle and rides it all the time

He can't stand coffee

Though he can and will down five monsters

His glasses were a gift from his grandma

Who was the only adult who ever loved him

She died when he was 6

His parents are literal garbage and they kicked him out when he was like 7

The only reason they didn't do it sooner was because of his grandma

She was kinda loaded

But she didn't put his parents in her will LOL

Ace found the shed when he was a kid and it was the only place he knew no one would bother him at

So that's where he started living

Surprisingly he doesn't just like rock

Bro is a former Swifty (I'm projecting)

Oh he loves music by the way

The thing he steals most is vinyls

God help the soul that touches his vinyls

Knows how to play several instruments

He's also very handy

If he wasn't a known criminal he could probably make an honest living building stuff

I don't know IM not handy enough to explain

Ace met Snake before anyone in the gang had met each other (probably saved his life one way or another)

Snake

He's not an actual Snake as far as he knows

But he's always extremely cold

He might have anemia

The D in his name stands for something silly

Again always changes if you asked him

I think his parents acted like those super perfect 60s neighbors

Think the Flanderses from The Simpsons

But in reality they were horrible

In everyway you can think

After they had another kid, a little girl

They got way worse to him

And we're never bad to the girl because bruises on her would look suspicious

They also just really didn't like Snake sadly

One day his sister told him their parents were going to kick him out

It was a joke but he didn't know that

So he packed and left on the day she said they'd do it

He's got an irrational fear of egales (probably his sister's fault)

He goes by he/they pronouns

But probably hasn't told anyone

He's super good at art

He loves gaming

It doesn't even matter what game it is he'll play it and love it

Probably rage quits and breaks arcade games though

In the winter he definitely hordes the gangs entire blanket supply

And bundles up so much he looks a little silly

His speech impediment gets worse when he's scared or really really angry

But he very rarely ever gets angry

He considers Ace his best friend

He has a fat crush on Ace

And probably babies Arturo the most

Not that he isn't hardcore

He's pretty cold (emotionally)

Usually not to the gang though

He wears makeup

Not much though, usually just his lipstick

And he gets high on a daily basis

It's only when he runs out of weed that he'll stop smoking for like weeks to a month

Just for a break

Then go back too it

He's not a hugger

BUT

If someone hugs him he'll accept it

He's had multiple piercings

A lot are closed now

Most he gave himself

He gives the other gang members piercings if they ask

I think that's all I got in the tank— so uh smell you later

#gangreen gang #lil arturo #ace copular #grubber ppg #sanford d ingleberry #snake ppg #big billy ppg #some of these r very sad be warned #i like to think theyve had it rough

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esthermitchell-author · 5 months

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lol... You'll have to pardon the fact this isn't edited at all, yet... I just finished this scene and loved it so much, I had to share... I thought y'all might love it, too. 😉

This is an add scene for my fanfic novel (Jemima is 5 here, if you want to know)...

"Guess what? Annie's gettin' a new baby sister!" Jemima skipped to a stop beside Aziraphale's chair. "Can I have a brother? I asked lee-lee, already, but he said I had to asked you, fafa, 'cause you're the esspert. So can I?"

"Of course he did," Aziraphale muttered under his breath, turning in his seat slightly to look past Jem to where Crowley leaned against the counter, an amused grin on his face. The Archangel narrowed his eyes, giving his husband a glare that promised the demon would pay for this. Crowley's grin only widened, his golden eyes heating in challenge. Aziraphale sighed and shook his head, then moved his chair so Jem could settle into his lap. With one arm around his daughter, he calmly explained, "It's not that simple, precious. For one thing, you're a very special little girl–"

"'Cause I'm half-angel and half-demon, right?"

"That's right." He smiled, giving her a little hug. "And there's never been anyone quite like you, anywhere in Creation."

"That's why I want a little brother! Then he'll be like me, too, 'cause you're an angel, and lee-lee's a demon, sooo…" She splayed her hands out and gave a little shrug so very like Crowley's Aziraphale couldn't help but chuckle and glance toward his demon.

"You were born in a very special place, Jem, on a very special day, at a very special time. I don't think that'll ever happen again."

She frowned, looking between them. "Is it 'cause of what Jude saided?"

It was Aziraphale's turn to frown, his gaze concerned as it went to Crowley again, only to find the demon frowning, too. Clearly, he hadn't been privy to whatever it was Jude said, either. "What did Jude say, precious?"

"When I said I was gonna ask for a brother, Jude saided I couldn't have one, 'cause I have two daddies. But he's wrong. I have you, fafa, and I have lee-lee." Jem's delicate little jaw set in a very familiar, stubborn way as she looked between them. "Jude saided I hadta have a mommy, to have a brother. But Muriel tolded me angels can be a boy or girl if they want to be."

"Ah." Lord Almighty, save him from this one, because from the wicked smirk on his face, Crowley certainly wasn't about to. "Technically, that's true, sweetheart, but Jude's not wrong, either. By human standards, you do have two daddies. Both your lee-lee and I have decided this is how we're happiest being. Just like you decided you were happiest being a girl, when you were born."

Jem's head tilted to the side in her typical pose of pondering some new information or curiosity. Her gaze went to Crowley, then came back to Aziraphale a few times. Then, like a storm cloud passing, her expression cleared and her normal sunny personality returned. She looped her arms around his neck and hugged hard. "(I'm) happiest you're being who you are, too, fafa. I love you and lee-lee just like you are. Can Cammi have a brother, instead?"

Aziraphale heard Crowley mutter something about zoos under his breath, and smiled smugly as he hugged Jem back and said, "You know what? I believe that is a question for your lee-lee to answer."

"Angel..." Crowley ground his teeth and gave that familiar, snarky look Aziraphale so loved, even as his golden eyes telegraphed retribution as Jem slid from Aziraphale's lap and beelined to Crowley with her request for a new pet. Aziraphale turned back to his work, humming to himself. He bit down on a giggle as he heard Crowley cave, and then felt the heated rake of the demon's gaze over him from across the room. Tonight promised to be a very interesting night. It was a good thing Jem slept like the dead, once she was out.

#Foreplay? What foreplay? lol #Keep calm and ❤️on! 🐍🪽❤️🏳️‍🌈#good omens #good omens fandom #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #azicrow #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable spouses #fanfic #good omens fanfiction #go fanfic #go fandom #Jemima Crowley-Fell

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buckybeardreams · 1 year

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Saw this post by @petersoftparker, and wanted to write some time travel Starker... It did not turn out the way I thought it would lol, but I wrote this little thing, and I think it's kinda a cool concept, so I might expand on it

I kinda love the idea of Tony's whole life revolving around Peter, and that a young Tony spent the rest of his life seeking out Peter, waiting for him to be born, and trying to be worthy of him, all because of an encounter with his future self and a future Peter Parker, and also I love how that encounter shapes not only Tony, but their future relationship

And of course, it involves daddy kink and teen Peter, cuz I couldn't not go there, I just freaking love that age gap lol

"Nuh-uh, I don't fucking think so," Tony said, shoving his younger self back. "Your Peter Parker hasn't even been born yet, kid. You've got another thirty years of life experience and trauma before you're allowed to have a Peter Parker. You are not worthy of him, so keep your grabby hands to yourself."

Peter's eyes were wide with shock, but younger Tony just looked thoroughly unphased.

"Tony…" Peter breathed out.

Tony sighed, taking a step back and softening when Peter plastered himself to his back, hands gripping the back of his suit and wrinkling the ridiculously expensive fabric.

"Tony," Peter sobbed, tears in his eyes because it was always emotional when Tony did stuff like this, when the proof of his love was so clearly displayed for Peter to see.

Tony cleared his throat, ripping his gaze away from his younger self, his glare shifting to something fond, something possessive, when he turned to wrap Peter up in his arms.

"I love you," Peter mumbled, pressing up close and tugging him down for a kiss.

Tony groaned, deepening the kiss.

"I fucking love you so much, baby boy."

"You really want this old man?" Younger Tony scoffed.

Peter laughed, the sound not amused, eyes cutting to meet the Tony that wasn’t yet his, pressing a palm flat to his Tony's chest, silently telling him he's got this.

"You, sir, are not Daddy enough for me," Peter sassed, "But don't worry, you'll get there, and when you do, I'll be waiting."

"That's how I knew you had a daddy kink," Tony murmured.

Peter sent him a confused look.

"What?"

Tony licked his lips, chuckling.

"That encounter, it stays with me for the rest of my life, shapes me. That kid will spend the rest of his life looking for you, trying to be the man you need because he can never get you out of his head. And when he finally finds you, he'll believe himself unworthy, try so hard not to touch you, because you're too young and too perfect—"

"And he'll fail epically," Peter teased, nose scrunched up adorably. "Lose himself in me because he was lost on me before I was even born, and all it takes is me being put in danger to ignite all those overprotective Daddy instincts. Once you found out I was Spider-Man, it was only a matter of time before you couldn't hold back."

Tony chuckled, kissing him softly.

"That's right, baby boy. Knew before you were even born that you would be my baby boy someday."

Peter giggled, absolutely delighted.

"And I'll have you know, that I did not fail epically," Tony told him, "I found you when you were twelve, and I did a damn good job keeping away from you. It wasn't until you were all up in my space, popping into the lab, climbing in through the windows, showing up at all hours of the night, that I couldn't keep my hands to myself."

Peter smirked.

"You were very touchy-feely, Mr. Stark," Peter teased. "And you were always making Daddy jokes. I should have known you had bad intentions."

Tony rolled his eyes.

"Don't pretend you didn't know exactly what I wanted from you."

"Oh, I knew," Peter agreed, "but I had to make you work for it. Besides, I was just so young, and little boys don't really know what they want until Daddy tells them."

Tony groaned, hands flexing on his hips, pulling him flush against him.

"You're gonna kill me, baby."

Peter flashed him a grin, kissing his cheek and pulling away.

"Come on, Daddy! We can't be late!" Peter told him.

"Late for what?"

"You'll see!" Peter chirped, lacing their fingers together before changing the date on the time machine.

Tony frowned.

"Is that—"

"Mm-hmm," Peter agreed, eyes sparkling mischievously.

The coordinates he entered, Tony didn't know where they would put them, but Peter had clearly done the math, because they ended up on a rooftop, not too far off from the battle taking place in the street down below.

Tony didn't understand why they were here, but he trusted that Peter did.

Tony tensed when his eyes landed on Spidey, tensed because he recognized this moment as the exact moment he learned that the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was his baby boy, the boy he'd been so determined to stay away from because he wanted to protect Peter from himself, and here the kid was, endangering his life.

Peter put a hand to his chest, knowing Tony's instinct was to call his suit and save him.

"Don't," Peter told him firmly. "I'm gonna be just fine, I promise."

It was a reminder, because they both knew how this played out.

Peter waited until just the right moment to web his past self's mask and pull it off.

Tony watched, wide-eyed, as his past self locked eyes on the newly revealed Spidey.

He knew exactly what he was feeling in that moment, the shock, and then the fear because unexpectedly losing his mask was just enough of a distraction to have the alien creature barreling into Peter.

Just as they knew would happen, Iron Man swooped in to save Spidey, Tony swooped in to save his little boy, and just like that, everything in their lives had changed.

Peter grinned, holding up the mask in his hand before tossing it back down into the streets, the mask landing exactly where Tony knew he'd find it after the battle.

"You did that? You orchestrated that?" Tony said, struggling to wrap his head around it. "How? How did you know?"

"It took me a long time to work it out, actually, but yeah, it was me."

Tony shook his head.

"You're really something else, kid," Tony muttered, awed by this boy that was a good forty years his junior but was already so damn brilliant.

A sixteen-year-old Tony, as cocky and arrogant as he was about his genius, couldn't hold a candle to his baby boy.

#starker #ironspider

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fizzigigsimmer · 3 months

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i wanna hear about all your fics!! so bachelor au, blinding baby like city lights, news paper au and love aint fair at all!!

Ahh bless you nonny. Some of these are still just outlines but a few have chapters posted.

Starting with OUTLINES

The Bachelor Au: This is still one of my favorite ideas lol, born of my love of the insanity that is the bachelor franchise and the poorly concealed producer plants who are clearly just there for the drama. You can't tell me Billy wouldn't make a perfect Chad. The gist is Steve is the first Bisexual bachelor contestant. An icon, An American sweetheart looking for love. Robin and The Party are crew members and all the stranger things teens are contestants (Nancy, Chrissy, Eddie, Jason, Argyle, Heather) vying for his hand and represent various types of typical bachelor contestants. The funny ones, the good guys, the people there for clout, the people who somehow think they can get away with going on a dating show while still involved in a situationship back home, and the people who decide to do a reality show instead of go to therapy for their bag of issues. Billy is an instagram model hired by producers to be the seasons 'villian' and be hated by the audience. It's just supposed to be a free vacation where he gets to make some extra cash to be his most extra before he's finally sent home. But oops, they fall in love. Leaving them to figure out how they build a life together after the show when there are NDA's involved and they are the most hated ship in America.

Newspaper Club Au: This is a no upside down college fic featuring Billy/Nancy friendship, nerd!billy and jock!Steve. I haven't decided yet whether it's modern, 80s, or an ambiguous setting but the basic gist is the boys meet in college. Steve is there on a sports scholarship and chose California to follow Nancy, now his ex-girlfriend. Billy's an English major who works on the school paper with Nancy (one of his electives). He's pissed when she puts him on the sports column as it means he actually has to attend the games. He starts using the column to flirt with/aka harass swimmer Steve through increasingly ridiculous and suggestive commentary. The campus thinks it's a riot. Steve thinks Billy's an asshole and making him the butt of a joke just because he's a "dumb jock". Nancy plays matchmaker and also saves the integrity of her paper by finagling Billy into helping Steve write an essay for his English literature elective. Billy takes the opportunity to show him he was 1000 percent serious about wanting to know if his dick is even bigger out of the speedo.

Onto the POSTED fics

Blinding Baby Like City Lights: Is a dom/sub au where everyone is either a dominant, submissive, or switch. Basically some people need to dominate to stay balanced and others need to submit, or some mix of the two. And everyone responds differently to different things, creating many different 'types.' Naturally not all types are good for each other. Billy is a masochistic sub, has known it for a long time but wasn't safe to explore it growing up with an abusive sadist for a father. He's managed to claw his way out of his abusive home and become a successful business man who is often mistaken for a dom. He found family in Heather & Chrissy, but never a dominant he can trust enough to handle him and give him exactly what he needs. Steve's a recovering sadist. Too much privilege and neglectful parents lead him to some pretty unhealthy and toxic tendencies in his relationship with his first love Nancy. Losing his sub nearly broke him, but he broke good and has been rebuilding his life with his best friend Robin for the last few years. He just wants to take care of people by making good food, and find someone he can take care of always, without having to be afraid of his own desires. Steve might just be perfect for Billy, and Billy might just be what Steve needs to finally embrace who he is.

*** EDIT

When you have so many WIPs you confuse two of them.

Love Aint Fair At All: Werewolf au + a/b/o dynamics. This is a retelling of Snow White that takes place in an alternate version of Hawkins where magic exists. Some peoples magic makes them Wolf Shifters (people who are born with the ability to turn into wolves) and others use their magic to bend the external elements, these people are called Hags. Steve lives in the Cold Zone, a portion of the country that is suffering under a powerful Hags curse. Billy is a Wolf Shifter, exiled from their former pack in California, he and Neil make their way as huntsmen for hire. But everything goes to shit wen Neil brings the family to Hawkins to serve Steve's cousin Elsie, a powerful and mysterious Hag whose obsession with beauty and power threatens to cover the world in ice. The only thing holding her at bay is an old curse that limits her powers and a prophecy that promised one day an omega child would be born who was fairer than her. Good thing Steve is a perfectly normal bland beta boy - until he isn't.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #answered asks #FWF

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randomnameless · 9 months

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@zevfern replied to your post “@zevfern replied to your post “If i may provide a...”:

A whole post to reply to my comment? You shouldn't have 🥰 I wonder if it's possible with magic to replace organs in people's bodies, because in that case Sitri could have been developed like an IV baby and then at some point during her gestation she would have the Crest Stone implanted into her. Buy left does have a heart, it's just not being used, so maybe it's the same case with Sitri? I don’t know, I just don’t want to believe the homunculus theory because it makes Rhea look really shitty (and gives Edelgard serious ammunition to use against her)

it's because i have many thoughts and the comments aren't long enough lol

TBH the homonculi theory could be a bit fucked up... but then, again, to Nabateans who were also "created" by someone and not "born" (as in Sothis didn't meet a Mr. Sothis and they held hands and what not) I do not think the sheer idea of creating life from scratch is that taboo (or maybe it is since only Sothis is supposed to do it?).

In the most charitable reading, Rhea makes a "being" using her mother's recipe but since she's not her Mother Rhea's "creation" isn't a "full nabatean", then when the "being" wakes up and has a different consciousness than Sothis's, Rhea feels like she failed but, if Citrus is any indication, gives them names and let them live like random humans (or even as her own children).

I think the most "grey" factor could be Rhea's reasons and motivations to create "artificial beings", but someone already pointed out how, irl, we know some people have a baby for, at first, some sort of selfish reasons, like giving a playmate to a first born, rolling for a boy/girl, wanting to have a kid to bring a couple closer, wanting to have a heir, etc, etc.

And yet, wanting to create "a being" to be a vessel for the Goddess isn't, imo, an acceptable reason to, well, "create a being" (maybe that's what Rhea meant by breaking taboos? Or it was the sheer act of mimicking Sothis?) and yet, regardless of the reasons behind those beings's existence, as far as we know for Citrus, when they do not fulfill the role they were created for, instead of throwing them in the trashcan, Rhea loves them as their own beings, supports them as they live in her home and interact with people : aka live.

I'd find this argument rich coming from "devoted fans" especially as it is heavily implied Ionius had children either to get one with a major crest, or said children were a "consequence" of his philandering - dude had 11 I think - and who could "only watch" and close his fist (if you follow the theory that he wasn't the one who foddered them!) when said children were experimented upon.

In a series where sleazebag dads at least had one exposition line about "being good dads to their kids before possession/following an evil cult" (FE7, FE14 and FE17 iirc?) Supreme Leader has nothing of the sort to say about her dad...

Which ultimately leads to the question about what is worse, creating a "tool" and considering "it" like your own child after its birth, or fathering children to use them as tools ?

#zevfern #replies #sorry I take more time to reply lol #very busy week irl #ultimately it's just hcs since we won't have anything revealed #But take his in consideration #let it be watsonian wise or doylist wise we know the name of at least one of Rhea's NPC creations #but we still don't know the name of Edelgard's sibling the one who was suppose to inherit the throne before he was Slither'd #i know poor Hans 2 is less important in the general plot #but it's a funny thing to think about - even to the devs ionius's kids were useless tools to create the tragik backstory #when Rhea cares on screen even if hidden behind a paywall about her former 'creation'#FE16 #i fucking hate paywalls

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huggybug · 1 year

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So for briss, since we all decided that it was once he got to vegas this is what I expected.

You were going to college in Henderson so you and your girls decided to splurge and get tickets right by the glass. You watch the guys do warmups and after a few minutes, a puck is by your feet. You look up and see a guy about your age wave at you before continuing on with warm-ups. You see Brisson and look him up. It's only his third game with the team and he just joined this year. He's only a few months older than you. You continue to watch the game that's playing right in front of you while thinking about the cute boy. You roll the puck around in your hand before realizing that there's a phone number written on the back. You text the number after the game and the next thing you know you are getting lunch with a professional hockey player. You show him all the ins and outs of Henderson and in return, he gives you and a friend free tickets to the rest of his games. Before long the two of you are dating. One thing leads to another and you are now 5 months pregnant at the start of Brendan's rookie season. And to say his dad was unhappy was an understatement. Pat was livid. It only got worse when he found out that Brendan wasn't leaving you. Brendan stuck by your side the entire time you were pregnant. You would still go to every game but you were getting more and more pregnant every day. It's late in the 2nd period when your water finally breaks one march evening. Brendan rushes to change during intermission and meets you in the hospital. 5 hours later your baby boy is born and as you see him and Brendan having skin-to-skin contact you can't help but think how lucky you got with your boys.

Eventually Pat comes around mainly because Jordy keeps asking about the nephew he has yet to meet and Kim wants to meet her grandson. During the offseason, they get together, and just like that the little baby is wrapped around both grandparents' fingers. Plus Jordy's happy he's no longer the youngest.

not pat wanting him to leave😭😭😭 he would for sure be so worried about brendan’s career. omg totally forgot about jordy lol when he and bren are together in the summer with the baby, they try to convince you to let them teach him how to surf (even though he’s like 6 months old

#answered!

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Hey Star! I was re-reading your Pack AU (I love Rose and Gabriel, so cute!), I was wondering what would their parents think if the kids or teenagers, ever time-travelled to the past. David and Angel who only have been together for 2 years suddenly see Natalie and Gabriel appear in their living room. Angel would probably squeal in delight and would want to know all about their future kids!

Oh man! I never would have thought of this but now I have.

Davey would probably be sooo suspicious that these two teenagers are not really his kids but Angel's like, "Davey, look! He's got your eyes! And she's got mine! But she's got your nose." Natalie and Gabriel would be a bit dumbfounded like, "Wow... our parents look so young. Like, where's Dad's grey hair?"

Gabriel and Natalie try to think of ways to prove that they're Davey and Angel's kids and it goes something like...

Gabriel: Anniversary? Natalie: No rings—not married yet Gabriel: Garage code? Natalie: That is their anniversary, numbskull Angel: *leans over to whisper to Davey* Oh, they're definitely siblings

I will now spend the rest of the evening brainstorming a noncanon one-shot snippet for this lol XD

Here it is XD It's 1.3k words XD

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Natalie stumbled a bit as she landed. Gabriel caught and steadied her. They looked around. "Where... are we?" Natalie asked.

Gabriel scrunched his eyebrows. "I recognize it. Not sure where from."

Natalie stepped lightly through the living room they were in to the console table holding up the TV. She bent to study a picture frame propped up on it. "Gabe—look!" she whispered. Her brother snuck up behind her and peered over her shoulder.

"That's... that's our parents!" Gabriel hissed. They both cast their eyes around the room. "That's how I recognize this place. Pictures from before we were born. We moved to our house not long after you were born. Dad said we needed the upsize so you and I could have our own rooms and Dad could still have his office. I mean, I was probably two when we moved so I don't remember this place at all."

"This is trippy," Natalie said.

"Agreed."

—

Davey stopped in his tracks halfway between his car and our front door, hand tightening around mine. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked.

"Auras. Inside. Two of them. Shifters."

I snorted. "Probably just Ash and Milo trying to mess with us. Move the furniture three inches to the left and all that."

"I hope you're right," David said. "Stay behind me anyway."

I fell a step behind him, still clinging to his hand as he unlocked the front door and shoved it open. He shut it firmly behind me when we were both inside.

"I know you're there," David said sternly. "I can feel your auras. Come out, Ash."

Two figures emerged from where they were hiding behind the sofa. Not Milo and Asher. Teenagers. A girl and a boy. The boy was tall—taller, even, than Davey. Though not by much. The girl was about a foot shorter. She stepped between us and the boy, just slightly. They looked a lot alike. Similar face shapes, same nose, same strong brows, same hair color and texture.

The girl swore under her breath.

"Watch your language, young lady," David said.

The girl recoiled like he'd struck her.

David blinked and shook his head—like he wasn't sure why he'd even said that. He took a deep breath. "Who are you two and how did you get in here?" he growled.

"Don't bother," the girl said. "You can't beat both of us in a fight." She cut herself off and glanced between Davey and the boy who was obviously her brother. "Actually, this young, maybe you could."

"What makes you think I wouldn't be able to?" David snapped.

"Because you taught us how to fight, Dad!" the girl snapped.

"Dad?" I quoted. "What?" I looked at David. "You're a little young for teenagers."

The boy snorted. "Well, this is going to sound ridiculous, but... we're your children. From the future. Both of yours," he said, nodding between me and Davey.

I popped out from where Davey was covering most of my body. "Wait, really?" I asked, a smile forming on my face.

"No, angel, they're not," David said. "How could they be?" I could feel the rumble of a growl forming in his chest.

The girl put one hand out placatingly. "Just, listen. Hear me out. My name is Natalie Jean Shaw. This is my older brother Gabriel David Shaw."

"Oh, my God," I said softly, moving to step closer to them. David tightened his grip on my hand.

"They're lying, angel," he said.

The boy—Gabriel—looked down at the girl—Natalie. "How do we prove it to them both?" he asked quietly. Her mouth gaped open and closed as she tried to think. "Anniversary?"

"Look at their hands. No rings. Not married yet."

"Garage code?"

"That is their anniversary, dumbass."

Gabriel swore under his breath. David flinched like the impulse to tell him off the way he had the girl reared its head.

"You could shift," Natalie suggested.

"What, not you?"

"I'm nothing special."

"You look just like him." Gabriel threw his head in David's direction.

"Yeah but you look just like—" she cut herself off again. "You know."

Gabriel shook his head. "Still—I don't think it'll prove anything."

"It's worth a shot, jerk."

"Last resort, brat."

I leaned closer to Davey. "Well, if nothing else, they're definitely siblings."

David scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Stay here, angel," he said. He stalked closer to the teenagers. "Look, you're wearing on my patience. So either tell me who you really are or f—"

"Caelum!" Natalie exclaimed.

David froze like she'd used ice magic on him. "Wh... what?" David demanded.

Natalie met his eyes. "Caelum. When you were a little boy, your imaginary friend was named Caelum. Pink sweater. Curly hair. Horns. Big smile."

David took a step away from her like she'd hit him. So similar in body language to how she'd done it before. "How... how the hell do you know that name?"

"Because you told me about him—when I was three. I decided he was my imaginary friend too. You painted such a clear picture of him that I can still see him in my head," Natalie said. "C'mon, Dad—" She caught herself. "—David. I'm not using any magic right now and not even a trained Telepath could dig that far back into your memories without you feeling it. I'm your daughter. This is your son." She gestured to Gabriel. "Look at us. Really look."

David peered at the two teenagers. I took a step forward, trying to see them better myself.

"Davey—he's got your eyes," I whispered. Gabriel's gaze met mine. The same emerald green as David's. The exact same green. He had David's nose—and the same hair texture and color, too. Stick-straight and brown. Natalie's was similar, but worn in a long French braid. "And she's got your nose." They both had David's nose.

But Natalie...

She looked a lot like me. Her eyes flicked to mine and her irises were the same color as mine.

I pushed around David and crossed the rest of the living room, circling around the back of the sofa and throwing my arms around the kids. Davey tried to protest but couldn't seem to find it in him.

Natalie rested her head against my shoulder like she was built to fit there. Gabriel rested his chin on the top of my head with practiced targeting. "My kids. My sweet children," I said—softly, happily. Natalie chuckled as tears pricked her eyes. She gave me a tight squeeze—perfectly judging how tight she could hold before she hurt me. She'd done this before.

David stared. "Shift for me. Both of you," he said.

I backed up. Gabriel and Natalie exchanged a look and a nod.

They both bent forward and shifted.

Both wolves were pitch black, and nearly the same size.

But Gabriel had a streak of grey going back over his forehead, and down his neck before disappearing under the collar of his shirt.

David was rigid as a board, staring at Gabriel.

"Angel," David breathed, reaching out for me. I took his hand, letting him gather me to his side. "He looks just like my dad."

The teens transformed back. Natalie brushed a stray hair back into her braid. "Believe us yet?" she asked in a tone that sounded so much like me it made me snicker.

Davey didn't even let me go to give the kids a hug. Both returned it with relieved enthusiasm, wrapping arms around me and him. "You're our kids," Davey whispered, almost like he didn't believe it.

"We are," Gabriel agreed. "And I'm really glad this didn't get violent."

"Pacifist," Natalie said quietly.

"Shut up, brat—I can still beat you in a fight."

"Cannot, you jerk."

"Enough," David put in.

Gabriel laughed. "Now that sounded like the you we're used to," he remarked.

I laughed along with him.

#Pups AU #answered #Redacted ASMR #Natalie Shaw #Gabriel D. Shaw #Redacted David #Redacted Angel #David Shaw #Angel #David

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heleizition · 3 months

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DAMN not me being like whos cody and the plot post being like GODS FUCKING CLONE CHILD. tell me everything we love an apocalypse harbinger. also CAIN MY BOI poor baby needs that therapy. also the whole 'and god thought mh well i liked that lets try again'? chefs kiss. I Wish To Know The Past Lives by you categorised as kinda boring THING pls. does cain get a bestie? someone give this man a bigger support and luv system. also vik is a BABY? a former child. A BABY!! also W HA T is that fuckery with jasper tell me absolutely everything please

SHES MY FAVORITE WEIRDO GIRL I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHES HOLY AND BRINGS A RELIGIOUS FLAVOR OF TERROR THAT I. CARE ABOUT <===== guy who was not raised religious at all idk why im so into it

so in the plot post i mentionned there's a memory thing. everyone remembers bits here and there of their past life, and usually demons mostly remembers bad things they did bc thats how u manipulate people into doing more things that are . not good. cody and jasper are the only ones with no memories of past life bc they were created in this realm, and had no past life. she has no idea she's god's soldier, They sent her down there mostly for Their own entertainement and everything she does is her own choice and will, even if god can "feel it" (which is why . they end up sending the whole lil family back on earth . for a chance to be happy. bc they feel cody's happiness.)

for the rest :

past lives ! um ill put lil warnings before. each lives.

Nell & Belly : tw for child abuse, sexual abuse and exploitation, adults not helping like they should lol

Nell and Belly (btw their full names are Nathanel and Anabelle) are born twins, nell just a few minutes before his sister. their mother died at birth which sent their father (an already not . good guy) into deep constant rage and pain . once they grow up a bit . i mean like. 7 or so. theres sexual abuse happening . and beatings. selling out his kids for a night for money. nothing fun. nell and belly get through it together until at like 16 nell (who's like, underfed, short, no muscles) snaps and stabs their dad over and over again .

nell only remembers this, killing his dad, with absolutely no context behind (protecting himself, protecting his sister, freeing them) so he thinks he used to be a Bad person. after that they get placed in the system, ig theres a trial but its ruled as legitime defense, and once they're 18 belly just. vanishes. they both deal very differently with what their whole life was, nell cant go on, can barely support himself, thinks he should have died right then, and belly flees from nell to find . somewhere where she can forget. she regrets it but nell dies before she can reconnect (not sure how, his death isn't rly whats important here,,, im thinking . so numb he can't rly recognize whats around him . walk in front of a car. yeah). belly struggles to have a happy life after that and ... im not sure how she dies yet. im thinking drowning bc its a thing that almost happens in the farm au....

as an angel, she doesnt remember much, because there wasn't much happiness in her life. also these two as twins have a bond that still connect them in angel/demon realm ! so they know the other exist and they remember once they meet !!

eden : tw for transphobia, drugs, suicide, abusive family ?

i'll go short w him bc it's not pleasant and it makes me sad <==== guy who MADE this backstory

eden is trans, always feels out of place as a kid, as a teen. his parents kick him out at eighteen bc they "can" and bc even if eden never said anything, they Know and don't want him in here. he has a friend who helps for a while, until the rumors spread about him being a ~ freak ~ and his friend is like. im sorry my parents cant let u impose in the house. anymore. : /// . eden is lost and desperate and doesn't know what to do, sells himself, gets into drugs to get through the days, finds out the days aren't worht getting through, kills himself. yay

he's one of the few who's always remembered his past fully,,,

LENA lena my BABYGIRL um tw for war mostly

this happens in a fictif medieval era lmao she's the princess of a kingdom, daughter of a kind king and queen, destined to rule, fighting among the army already, everyone loves her, except her small kingdom gets torn apart by another kingdom, not that much bigger, but with much greater military strength. the country gets torn apart before the army, the king and queen can do anything. the enemies arrive to the capital and lena doesn't even ask and joins the vanguard. she uses a sword at this point, get through enemies after enemies, and it looks like there's hope, until one of the enemy's captain reach her. it's a bit of a eowyn versus the nazgul vibe in lotr except lena doesn't win. she's slain, and slowly dies on hte battlefield with her beloved country burning, and the people she swore to protect screaming and dying.

she's very loved. i care her so much. she's my default when idk what to draw :3 she remembers being a loved princess, and slowly remember the last fight. it haunts her, the weight of losing this fight, that she couldn't do more, even if it's from a time long gone.

titania ummmm well theres grooming. witch hunt and betrayal.

i have to research the exact period titania's past happens, but its between late 1400 and early 1600s i think !

she loses her parents very young and thus, is cared for by the local church. there's a priest here who teaches her to use her looks and innocence as a way to get things, information, food, anything. once she's 13/14, he starts showing her the more physical way to do so.

she starts using sex as a way to learn things. she's the person who knows the most about anyone in the village. she's an important figure, one who's gifted things to keep silent, who gives her body in exchange for things to hang up against someone. she hates the priest who made her who she is . she couldn't have been something else, happier, lighter, but she's this, and she's too deep in to just stop.

she's too powerful, she knows too much, and when there's word in the village of a witch inhabiting it, they all turn to her. they have a way to get rid of her and the power she holds over them. she screams what she knows when she's brought to the center of the village, screams her hate of the priest who made her who she is, destroys everyone's nice little life because it cost hers. she dies burning, and everyone chooses to act like they never heard her in her final day.

she's the wise calm one who's actually full of anger and wrath. i love her a lot. there's this french song i love ("a witch like any other") which talks abt . women. women and men treating women like they're granted. and like. its a titania song. if u wanna give it a listen this version is amazing altho it's more powerful if u know french....

VIK UM OKAY not much tw here. it's just fucking sad. im a terrible oc parent. it's also heavily inspired by hell's girl season 3's protagonist past..................... it's basically that tbh SOEJFEFSJS

his mother and him are not allowed in the village. his mother is sick. he doesn't know it, he just follows his mother. she's kind and beautiful, gives him food and tells him stories. he's 4. they can't get in the village and he doesn't know why, so they find dry places in the woods to live. it's fun, it's everything he's ever known. one day his mother doesn't wake up, so he goes to try and find food by himself, to surprise her. when he's back, she's still not awake. she's stiff and cold, so he gives her his blanket and waits. days pass. he's hungry, he's thirsty, he's 5, he doesn't know anything, doesn't know how to go on, the usually places he finds bits of food are empty. it's colder and his mother hasn't moved since that day.

it's snowing. it's pretty. he wishes his mom could wake up and see it but he's starting to think that maybe she won't.

vik dies, age 5, in the forest, cold hungry and alone.

he doesn't remember anything, and his ignorance nd naivety makes him so much easier for noah to manipulate him. she doesn't mean to at first, she sees a child who could use some help, and she's always wanted a child. but they're at war, and sacrifices need to be made.

ABEL AND CAIN'S PAST ISNT CLEAR TO ME RN IM SORRYYYYY SOMETHING ABT ABEL BEIGN A RULER AND CAIN HIS SHADOW WHO KILLS FOR HIM YAGHHHHHH IDK MAN abel slowly remembering that he was a mercyless king who made his people suffer just like hte people he's trying to fight rn,,,,,,,,,,, honey

i don't have much planed for cain in tame of support rn im sowwy.................... i wanna work on it tho.......... i have a lot of secondary charactres that he could fit with...............

noah used to be a cool fearless pirate stealing rich people to give to the poor in her hometown mostly. finding strays and helping them. i love that for her . she was a good guy, a robin hood, and then her devotion to god fucked her up (aka hermit the frog by marina). she jst fights bc she thinks it will bring peace until she learns god was just Bored lol !!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't think i forgot anyone ? if i did i am sorry (bows down to my kids)

jasper's thing......................... well. there's always been experiments. trying to find a being Higher. jasper was created in a lab. then he and another kid, angel this time, were fused. the scar is most likely due to this . for the longest time jasper just thought he had a strong inner voice but it's this other kid (no name yet sowwy!!!!!!! im coming up with this on the spot actually which is why i like being asked abt them it makes me THINK). he's the only saved experiment from this. abel and cain had been sent to investigate on a demon who's part of the high council, but who some people thought was shady. he indeed was. they destroyed eveything (u don't toy with life) and found jasper. omg . they both kind of raised him . ohhhhhhhhhhhhh OHHHHHHH

anyway later in the story, belly and him are fighting opponent, belly is cool and strong but she almost dies and well . those two are in love and it makes jasper's inner angel wake up along with some new powers. not sure exactly what!!!! im thinking !!!! ok i gotta go grocery show now BE BACK SOON BC I SEE MORE THINGS IN MY INBOX

#ask me #the unwanted #<3 #jasper #cain #nell #belly #abel #cody #titania #lena #noah #think i got everything lol BRB

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Panya History - The Past

I have been in panya limbo for so long now, and this is the culmination of it. I'll be talking about Pidge in Anya's story again, but this time I'm going to start from the very beginning, literally like it starts before they were born lol I'm going to separate the posts into big chunks: The Past (here), The Present, and The Future

The Past

Before Anya and Pidge (and Chip) were born, their mothers had actually been friends since their school years. Pidge's adoptive family had wanted kids, but his mom had reproductive issues that made that hard for her, so they looked into adoption. Similarly, with Anya's family, except her own mother had made peace with not being able to have a kid, until she actually got pregnant. His mom was incredibly supportive, and they spent a lot of time together for Anya.

The twins' bio mother never wanted kids and disliked the pregnancy wholeheartedly, but she was convinced by her husband to at least carry them to term, hoping he could get her to keep them entirely. But that never happened as they were on a ship in space by the time the twins were born and soon after it was taken over by space pirates. It forced the ship's team to evacuate the children first, but couldn't get to either of their bio parents in time after that. Being so close to Balto and also being Balton means they got sent to an orphanage there, and soon enough adopted out but the Stokers.

Anya and the twins are only 3 days apart in their birthdays, so as they all grew up, they practically did everything together. Even after Pidge's mom had achieved a pregnancy and brought in their little sister (tentative name is Katie) to the family. Everyone was incredibly close until they turned 9, when the Garrison took notice of the Stokers' genius and specifically asked for them to be transferred closer to their HQ, to Earth, to make sure they got the best education. Baltons are more logical than anything, but that doesn't mean they can't feel empathy, and the twins' mom didn't want to let go of her babies just yet, but she allowed them to go anyway on the basis that they wouldn't be officially become garrison soldiers until they chose at 18.

Then it was a blur for Anya, she still visited the Stoker family and spent time with their kid sister, but at the age of 12, everything changed. Everyone ran, there was destruction everywhere, and all she knew was her parents telling her that they needed to get to an escape shuttle. Once they were safely in space, their family has lost contact with the Stokers, not knowing if they were even alive after that attack. Most of their hope was crushed when they saw a bright flashing light, their home was officially gone, and so were the people who couldn't get out in time.

Nobody knew Pidge was on Arus now, except for the Garrison and the explorer crew, including Chip. Pidge wasn't supposed to leave the explorer, but the Garrison made a bad decision in sending a student, not a soldier, out to a war ridden planet with 4 other barely graduated soldiers. Because of that mistake, they had gotten captured and forcibly made into gladiators by the Drule Empire. Of course, they escaped and finally made it to Arus, but now they were at the forefront of the war, Pidge was part of the only line of defense the universe had against planet destroying robeasts. In the boy's absence, Chip had taken over one of the now empty vehicles of the vehicle project, another weapon that could defeat a robeast but was too far from the war zone to do so. Pidge saw the robeasts power first hand on his planet, and he was never the same after that. On the nearby shuttles, the team had entered one to debrief the Garrison officials on board, and that was when he reunited with his family and where they found out what horrors that that Garrison had let their sons go through.

They wanted them both out of the garrison and back into their custody that instant, his mother not wanting for him to even go back to Arus. But she was stopped, she hated having to think of Pidge as a sacrifice, but he had accepted it and told her that nobody else could take over for him, taking him home now would only kill them all later. So Pidge continued to be the green lion pilot while helping Allura send resources to the Baltons after they garrison had found a new home for them. It was an apology on their side, the Balton's realized that the Voltron team was manned by children, the oldest being in their early 20s, and it wasn't their fault that they couldn't get there fast enough, it was the Garrison that was too cowardly to send nearby forces as a distraction, so the team could do their job. The Garrison left Balto for dead.

Some Baltons didn't relocate to their new planet, Anya went to Earth to be with the other half of her family. She stayed there for four years, as her intellect helped her finish schooling early. She chose to apply to different undergraduate schools in the universe, mostly on Earth to stay with her family, but all but one rejected her. Her only option for her field was on Arus, and after fighting with her parents about going, they finally let her. The only reason they did was because a few short months ago the Zarkonian war had finally ended, and Anya reasoned that it was the best time to go if she wanted to make a future as fast as possible.

Soon enough, she was there, living in an apartment with a roommate she got along well with. To help her with living expenses, she took a part-time job at a library, the library at the castle of lions that was open to the public. Truth be told, she didn't think she'd get hired, but after extensive background checks she was in, and every time she walked through the castle halls to the library it was a rush of excitement to be somewhere so important. As she was shelving books and jamming out, she felt a tap on her shoulder, only to be met with Pidge. Neither of them recognized each other and bonded over the band Anya was listening too. Eventually, she had made friends with the entire team but only rarely spent time with them, until Pidge and Anya found out the other lived on Balto pre-explosion. They started spending every day together just to talk about their fondest memories, never really thinking about how much they overlapped.

One day Anya asked for pictures of her childhood from her mom, many of them were digital, so they were safe after the destruction. She showed some to Pidge who at seeing a group picture had become deathly silent, Anya worried that she set him off somehow and asked if he was ok, only for him to ask how she had pictures of him so young. They were both confused, the little girl was Anya, and she was spending time with a family that was once close to them before they lost contact. One of the boys was Pidge and the other was his brother Chip, spending time with a family his parents also lost contact with. They sifted through images and images of them together as children before they finally came to terms that they found a lost piece of their history, each other.

From then on, they were almost inseparable, they had a piece of their home, and they weren't going to lose it. Coran, at that time, had also offered her a job opportunity as she'd be training under him, not because she knew Pidge, but because he really did believe she had what it took to be an advisor. Anya declined because she was still going on her path to go into veterinary, but eventually the pressure of her studies had started to harm her. Soon enough, she made the decision to drop out of her college and faced the reality of having to go back to Earth. Instead, she asked Coran if his offer was available, and she accepted, fully becoming part of the castle staff and being able to stay with Pidge for the foreseeable future.

It stayed that way for two years, she got closer to Pidge, made fun of him for crushing on his teammate, and then watched as he and the rest of the boys were forced to separate from Arus. The incident left Hunk, Lance, and Pidge on Earth while Keith chose to run off to find black lion, leaving Anya and Allura on Arus to do damage control. For another 5 years it'd be like that, separated by a galaxy wide gap, wondering when or if the boys would come home.

#voltron #voltron force #vforce11 #voltron force 2011 #voltron oc #oc x canon #vf pidge #darrell pidge stoker #vf chip #christopher chip stoker #anya nadel #toast talks #voltron rants #I am wilding over here #so many ideas #these are going to be used later #at one point at least lol

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